Chapter 928 - 133 Pay back the money
When Lin Yuan hurried back to the Lin family’s hamlet, the thief had already been tied up and forced to kneel in the old ancestral hall of the village.
The ancestral hall was a place where the tablets of those who had made great contributions to the village over the past century were enshrined. It would not be opened lightly unless there were significant matters. The last time Lin Jianling led people to Lin Yuan’s house to catch the adulterers, the ancestral hall had not been disturbed, but this time, with the capture of the thief, he had been brought here, which showed the seriousness of the situation.
Seeing Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng arrive, Ding Ming and Ding Liang consciously stood by their side, nudging their mouths toward the figure kneeling in the middle of the ancestral hall.
The thief, that was him.
Lin Yuan gazed intently for a while, and if it had not been for Lady Ma kneeling beside him crying bitterly, or Lin Jiazhong standing there with an unpredictable somber expression, Lin Yuan would have found it hard to believe that this emaciated thief was her cousin, Lin Yongcheng!
Indeed, the thief was none other than Lin Yongcheng!
Lin Yuan furrowed her brows and glanced at Lin Jiaxin, who was also frowning beside her. Now, she finally understood why her father had lied to her. She had initially thought the thief might be Lin Jiazhong’s doing, but she had not expected it to be this youngster.
She should have known, if this fellow could sneak into her house to steal bricks, then he could go into someone else’s house to steal silver. It seemed that old habits die hard.
At this moment, the ancestral hall was filled with villagers from the Lin family’s hamlet, all of them looking at Lin Yongcheng’s family with righteous indignation, whispering and pointing.
As Lin Yuan looked at everyone’s expressions, she felt puzzled. Although Lin Yongcheng had stolen the silver from the Lin family’s hamlet, it wasn’t that many households, so why was everyone so angry?
Further ahead in the ancestral hall, the tablets of the ancestors were placed in the center, and standing in front was the old village chief. Despite his advanced age, he did not sit on a stool in the ancestral hall. The old village chief looked at Lin Yongcheng with a grief-stricken face, his expression as dark as ink. Opposite him stood a relatively younger elderly man who also had an unfavorable complexion, only his was more of anger. By this old man’s side were a few unfamiliar men who seemed likely not to be from the Lin family’s hamlet.